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I watched President Obama today make a scathing speech in which he was alternatively cynical, deprecating, preachy and downright demagogical. It was class warfare elevated to a fine art. Tax those “millionaires and billionaires.” Tax those people “who own private planes” (used that one 5-6 times) and tax those oil companies who are “making too much money” (doing what businesses are supposed to do—make money, create jobs and economic growth).

I was going to write this as long diatribe about what the president said, talking about his “opposition,” chastising them about “getting serious,” and “going to work,” and “fixing these problems,” and “not letting Americans suffer because they weren’t willing to do their jobs and find compromises.” I wanted to tell readers that doing what he said would let him and his Democratic colleagues continue spending the USA into bankruptcy and collapse. (They are about halfway there, with trillion dollar deficits as far as the eye can see, and one more term will about finish the job.) I call this chart “Deficits Forever” but this is a few months old chart, and an updated one would look even more frightening.

Then I realized it only takes one sentence to say to him all that needs to be said: “Mr. President, pick up a mirror and look into it, because what you see will be exactly what you are so critical of—yourself—you are the problem.”

Mr. President, you need to admit you don’t know how to fix America, and what you thought would work, didn’t, isn’t working and won’t work. You were wrong, and still are. Mr. President, you need to stop going to fund raisers to reach $1 billion you can spend on your reelection campaign and do your job. You need to retire your golf clubs and roll up your sleeves and live up to some of that soaring rhetoric that got you into this job—you know, the one you have learned you were woefully underprepared to do.